Your Story

The area around the Portal is starting to become familiar to you. You even nod and smile at a few of the women who pass you by as you walk.

As you head away from the park and towards the dull grey building that housed the Bureaucratic heart of this city, you run through the story once more.

The line of bullshit had been easy enough to come up with. A little bit of reading in a internet cafe had told you that there were still holdouts for the old ways. Now relegated to fringe groups hiding out in the hills.

The thing that had caught your eye where the tales of young people who had escaped or been “rescued”. Right there was a way into this world and your ticket to a shiny new identity.

You had spent a day or so reading up on the kinds of groups that operated out in the woods. You decided pretty fast to avoid the Puritans, after all people would wonder why an escapee from one of those cults was suddenly taking dick like a champ.

Instead you had settled on one of the groups that believe the only way to solve this problem was to return to the state that Adam & Eve had found themselves in. A idea that meant nudity and a whole lot of ****. You had actually been kinda surprised to find this world took a even harder line on **** than your own.

So you had gone out beyond the edge of the city, into the farmlands and mountain range beyond. A session of wiping yourself with sticks and making sure you looked enough like a girl who had just run through the woods for who knows how long. From their you simply staggered out of the woods and onto the road and waited for a concerned passerby to stop and help you.

The story you told the old woman who stopped to help and then the police was a simple tale. Of a father who had kept you and your Mother hidden away in the hills. He told you that there was no one left alive in the world.

It had been your mother who had sent you running. The night your father told you that you had “come of age” and must take on a wife’s duty to him. She had snuck you out the back door and simply told you to run and so you had. You don’t know for how long or how far but then there where the lights from the car and people and now you don’t know what to think.

It had been a good story, just tragic enough and vague enough to get you a pass. You had had a physical, where you had revealed that your father had been “Training” you in secret for awhile. A excuse that neatly explained away you're less than pristine sex.

From there it had been a string of interviews and kind eyed people who had begun the process of turning you into a actual person.

Now there was one final hurdle, the state treated people like you the same as the Asylum seekers. After all, tragic backstory aside, you were still just another woman. From what you had picked up the male escapees did not have to deal with this problem. So you had to go and take the physical and sign some final bits of paper.

Arriving at the squat, cold building you shift your act. Becoming somewhat more nervous and reserved and tugging at your clothing as if even these slight garments are more than you are used to.

With a deep breath you head inside.